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The Spice of my life

How was your Easter, then? Spent it with family and friends cooking up tasty dishes and watching family blockbusters from yesteryear on the TV? Well I spent three solid days cleaning, packing and sorting for my move, and, God, it was dull. Now as some of you may know I’ve ‘bet the farm’ on Eating Albion/Channel 4’s Big Food Adventure, and so this weekend I moved out. I never knew I had so much stuff. Eight bags of rubbish, six bags of recycling, and I took so much stuff to the charity shop over the weekend - Cancer Research in Crystal Palace - that the shop began to resemble my house.
Anyway, all that isn’t really about food. What is about food is the the muck-out of the cupboards I found myself doing on Saturday night. Blimey, I never thought it was possible to pack so much stuff into such a small space: vinegars, pickles, sauces, spices, ketchups, herbs. Most of the jars at the back had best-before dates of late 2007. Now, everyone knows that spices are best ground fresh or used as quickly as possible, but unless you eat a lot of curries and such it’s very hard to get through an entire packet of coriander seeds.
Other highlights included an unopened bag of paprika bought exactly two years ago in Budapest, and never used, and a tin of treacle I once bought planning on making some parkin, though I didn’t. On the tin it said discard after expiry, so I did along with all the other stuff. For one moment I contemplated doing a culinary equivalent of George’s Marvellous Medicine and pour, tip and shake everything into a massive bowl to make a ‘MEGA MARINADE’ but it probably would have tasted rank. So it all went down the sink or in the bin and the jars and tubs into the recycling.
I also cleared out the fridge and defrosted the freezer, where I found half a organic chicken I’d forgotten I put in there a few months ago along with the obligatory handful of peas. The peas went in the bin, but the chicken went on to glory as Saturday’s tea in what I’ve just christened…
‘Gipsy Hill Spicy Leftover Moving Soup’
1/2 a free-range organic chicken
1 sweet potato
1 onion
1 carrot
1 parsnip
hand full of chilli flakes and one fresh green chilli
half a star anise
clove or two of garlic
knob of ginger
handful of dried curry and or lime leaves
Method: Break down chicken into leg, breast, and wing, so that it fits in a casserole and cover in boiling water from the kettle - about a pint. Add all the other ingredients and simmer for 30 minutes. Lift out the chicken and set aside to cool. Lift out and discard lime leaves and ginger.
Shred the chicken when it’s cool enough, then blitz the remaining liquid down to a smooth soup with a hand-held blender, adding the chicken after the first couple of pulses. I like to have a smooth spicy base with tiny chunks of chicken in, but you could chop it by hand if you like bigger bits.
I found a packet of instant noodles and thought about adding that, but for me these work best in clear soups rather than opaque smooth ones like this. I was planning to dunk in the last of the sesame seed loaf I’d bought, but on closer inspection it seemed to be ‘on the turn’, so I just had two bowls of the soup instead and threw the bread out. Given that the weather was so poor this weekend, almost winterly in fact, this soup hit the spot with filling root veg and some chilli warmth.
1 comment 24 March, 2008
What a tea/dinner/supper*
*delete as appropriate, depending on perceived class status. For me it’s tea.

I’d never boiled a chicken until yesterday. I’d fried, sautéed, wrapped in parma ham and made soups from leftovers, but why boil a whole bird when you can roast it, right? Wrong. I’d got a chicken in for the weekend, but as you found out in yesterday’s post, I ended up having a Christmas Sunday lunch. So, having got home at around 8ish on Monday night with the chicken still in the fridge, I was hungry and wanted something fast. Boiling rather than roasting is quicker due to the direct contact of the hot water. It also gives you a ready-made stock, and that means soup.
Here’s what I did. Kettle on, and whole chicken into my largest stockpot with chunkily chopped-up carrot, celery, and parsnip. To that I added a bay leaf, four cloves of garlic, one segment of star anise, and a few sprigs of parsley, plus a peppercorn. The chicken was cooked in about 30 mins. Just like with roasting, use the juices from around the thigh as a guide to whether it’s cooked through. A word of warning here, though - take great care when lifting it out of the boiling water as it can drop back into the pot easily and splash hot stock everywhere. You might be better chopping it up raw and cooking in sections (this improves speed, too). You can go anywhere from this basic recipe. Add fresh chopped chillies and udon noodles and you’re in the Orient, a handful of pasta takes you to Italy, and the addition of leeks sets you on the high road to Cock-a-leekie.
I added cubed potato chunks to thicken the base, and after the chicken was cooked I let it cool before shredding the breast meat and straining off the root veg. I ate this too, but you can chuck it if you like. Into the still-hot broth I threw the shredded chicken meat and some very finely shredded pointed cabbage and put it back on the boil. Mmmm.
So that was yesterday, and today was the left-over soup. I also had an English Camembert that needed eating up (I ‘ve spoken about the joy that is hot cheese before). So far, so naughty, but the addition of half a head of raw broccoli ought to bump up the goodness value…
2 comments 5 February, 2008
Christmas dinner in February
A last-minute invitation to a Christmas Sunday lunch at the weekend was too intriguing to turn down. Drew and Maggie are friends of my friends Sarah and Thad, and because they were both working over Christmas they missed out on the proper dinner. And so they decided to upgrade their Sunday lunch to a full-on Christmas affair: turkey and all the trimmings, crackers, roasties, Christmas pudding with brandy butter, Stilton, and some nice wines. And here’s the thing… I really enjoyed it. Eating a Christmas dinner without Slade running through your head and on top of the other excesses of the season was an really interesting food experience. When the first mouthful of a boozy Harrods Christmas pudding went in, my taste buds didn’t know what was going on: ‘What? That time of year already?!‘ It helped that it was on a cold Sunday in February, however. I’m not sure it would have worked in August.
1 comment 4 February, 2008





